He inhaled slowly, mulling things over. There were layers to that, really, about curves. Things he was still grappling with, that he hadn't really talked to anyone about. As if his attraction to Ronan was some sort of secret back home, as if his friends hadn't probably picked up on it. The only one who'd seemed to be in the dark about it was Ronan himself. "Yeah...I know what you mean."

Mmm, that was a good question. "I dunno," he admitted. "Just...going anywhere, through the countryside or whatever. Doesn't have to be somewhere special. Maybe some scenic routes in the mountains. Anywhere that's not where we started from would be good." And he imagined his boys felt the same way. He couldn't picture any of them wanting to hang around Henrietta after graduation, not unless something damn good happened.

"Exactly. Like, no one can tell you that you can't buy something or wear something when you're an adult." Barring certain circumstances, of course, which he was well aware of. But aside from that- "Man, I've been trying to figure out who I am for most of my life, and I still don't fuckin' know." He'd been struggling with it since the first time he'd ever pulled something from his dreams, when his father had entirely lost his shit over it. When Kavinsky had began to realize the world wasn't kind and his family was no exception.